Speculation. A wave of excitement. Obsessive Twitter refreshing. Whether or not you’ve accepted your fate as a perpetual victim of the cold, you probably have your day-before-the-snow-day routine down. The real question remains to be answered: Do you know what you’re going to do with 8-12 inches of cold white fluff on your snow day?
8:00 a.m.: Turn off your alarm. No class on a snow day!
8:07 a.m.: Rip your phone from the charger and throw it through the window onto Comm. Ave because your alarm went off again.
9:00 a.m.: Finish listening to an RA lecture on defenestration after the flying phone incident.
9:15 a.m.: Wait at the BU Central T stop on your way to repair the screen on your shattered but still functioning phone.
9:44 a.m.: Continue to wait for the B Line; count Canada Goose jackets to pass the time.
10:20 a.m.: Abandon transportation efforts; retreat to Warren Starbucks to warm up.
10:55 a.m.: Finally make it to the front of the line at Starbucks. Remember that they don’t accept dining points and frantically try to add convenience points on StudentLink.
11:10 a.m.: Accept that they made you a cold Americano in a hot cup and try walking to Kenmore Station in hopes of catching the T on a different line.
11:11 a.m.: Attempt to avoid abandoned construction debris hidden under snow as you walk past COM.
11:30 a.m.: Finally find a train going to Park Street and hop on with no destination in mind.
12:00 p.m.: See a Facebook reminder for a snowball fight at Boston Common. Hop off at Boylston and run with reckless abandon through a blizzard.
12:04 p.m.: Excitement dwindles.
12:05 p.m.: SNOWBALL FIGHT!!!
1:30 p.m.: Forget why you came into the city and join thousands of other freezing college students trying to find their way back to the T station.
1:45 p.m.: Pause in the blizzard and assert your Bostonian dominance with an iced coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts.
2:30 p.m.: Finally make it back to campus. Frolic on the BU Beach.
2:32 p.m.: Attempt to re-enter your building. Realize that you lost your Terrier Card in the snow, never to be seen again.
2:45 p.m.: Post about your lost ID in all of the BU Facebook groups. Come to terms with the fact that all of the snow day posts will bury your call for help.
2:50 p.m.: Make the trek to the GSU and take a nap the dimly lit aisles of the fourth floor in Mugar.
8:00 p.m.: Awaken from your five hour nap groggier than before. Find your terrier card in your other pocket. Salt the sidewalk with your tears of joy as you head back to your room.
8:05 p.m.: Share a photo on Instagram even though you’ve passed peak posting hours and try to pretend that the low quality is a filter and not because you threw your phone out the window. Watch an excessive amount of Netflix.
11:55 p.m.: Think about the fact that your snow day is almost over and there is school tomorrow. Prepare to die.